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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
PIL,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.