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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
the Swans,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.