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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Nas,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.