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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.