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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.