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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.