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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Interpol,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Scion,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.