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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.