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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.