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 Iran and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.