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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.