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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.