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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.