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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tom Boy 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.