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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.