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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.