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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.