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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
X-101,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.