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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Symarip,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.