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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.