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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.