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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.