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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.