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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.