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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.