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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.