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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.