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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.