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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.