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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
The Move,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.