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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.