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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.