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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.