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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.