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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
June Days,
JFA,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.