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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Can,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.