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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.