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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.