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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.