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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.