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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.