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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.