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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 AZ to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.