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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.