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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s 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 Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.