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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.