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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.