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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.