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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
The Move,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.