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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
AZ,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
10cc,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.