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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.