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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Urselle 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 punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Index,
The Move,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.