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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.