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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.