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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.