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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.