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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.