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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.