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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.