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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.