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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.