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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.