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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.