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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.