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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.