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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.