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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Gong,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.