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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.