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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.