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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Fear,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Nico,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
The Saints,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.