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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.