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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Franke,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.