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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Black Pus,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.