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 Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.