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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.