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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.