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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.