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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.