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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Faust,
The Move,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.