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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
UT,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Monolake,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.