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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.