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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Mantronix,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.