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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.