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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.