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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.