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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.