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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.