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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.