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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.