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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.