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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 organ 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.