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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.