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 Palau and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.