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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.