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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Darondo,
Liliput,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.