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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Circle Jerks 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.