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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.