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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.