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 Nigeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.