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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.