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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Supertramp,
ABC,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.