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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.