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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.