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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Nas,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.