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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
The Standells,
DNA,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.