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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.