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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.