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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 808 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.