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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.