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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.