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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.