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 Togo 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.