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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Skaos,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.