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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.