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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.