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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.