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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
UT,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.