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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Wings,
Jandek,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.