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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.