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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Swans,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.