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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Gong,
Television,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.