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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.