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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.