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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Residents to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Smog,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.