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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.