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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.