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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.