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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.