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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.