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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.