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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Television to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.