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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Index,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.