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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.