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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Television,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.