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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.