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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.