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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.