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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.