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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.