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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.