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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Searchers to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.