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 Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.