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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
UT,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.