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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Tears for Fears 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.