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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.