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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.