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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.