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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Little Man to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Cameo,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.