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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.