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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.