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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.