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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.