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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.