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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The Move,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.