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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Neu!,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.