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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
New Order,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.