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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.