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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange 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?
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Q65,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.