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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lyon and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.