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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.