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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade 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?
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.