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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Index,
Nico,
Cameo,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.