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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Brick,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.