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 Algeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Television,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.