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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
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John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.