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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.