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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.