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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
The Index,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.