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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.