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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.