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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.