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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.