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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.