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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.