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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.