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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Normal to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.