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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.