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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.