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 China and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.