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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 organ 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.