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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.