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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
PIL,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.