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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.