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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Magma,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.