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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.