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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Leaves to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.