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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.