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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.