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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Can,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.