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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
UT,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.