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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Lalann,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.