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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.