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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.