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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
The Human League,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.