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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.