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 Kenya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.