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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.