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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.