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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.