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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.