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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.