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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.