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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.