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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Lyres,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Index,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.