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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.