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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
The Index,
Fear,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.