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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.