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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.