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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.