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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Can to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.