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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.