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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.