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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.