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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
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.