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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Wings,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.