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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Brick,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.