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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.