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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.