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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.