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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.