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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.