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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.