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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.