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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.