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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Index,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.