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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.