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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.