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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.