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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
UT,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.