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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
X-102,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.