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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the rock 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.