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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Standells to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.