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 Papua New Guinea 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.