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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.