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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Faust,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.