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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.