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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.