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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.