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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.