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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II 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?
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.