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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Main Source,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.