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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.