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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Brick,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.