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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Nico,
New Order,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.