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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.