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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Index,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.