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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Neu!,
Nico,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.