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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.