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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.