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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
MC5,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.