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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
X-101,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.