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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
MC5,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.