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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.