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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
The Standells,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.