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 Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.