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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.