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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.