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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
UT,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Television,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.