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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 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?
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.