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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.