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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Zapp,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.