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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.