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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 The Star Department to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.