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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.