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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
MC5,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.