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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Seoul and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.