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 Mexico and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.