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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
The Move,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.