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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.