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 Mozambique 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.