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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.