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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.