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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Magma to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Television,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.