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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.