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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Television,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Franke,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.