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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.