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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.