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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.