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 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.