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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.