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 Guyana and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.