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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Television,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.