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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
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.