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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
UT,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.