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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.