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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.