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 Djibouti 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Fear,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.