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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Nico,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.