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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.