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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
World's Most,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.