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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.