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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Fuzztones to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.