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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.