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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.