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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.