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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.