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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Can,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.