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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 snare 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Index,
John Cale,
Pylon,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
ABC,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.