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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Deakin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.