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 Palau 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
EPMD,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.