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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.