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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Franke,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.