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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.