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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Offenders,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.