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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.