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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.