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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.