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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.