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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.