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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Swans,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.