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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.