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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.