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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.