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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.