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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.