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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.