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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Nico,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.