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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 DNA to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.