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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.