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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.