Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Scion,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.