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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.