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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres 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?
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.