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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.