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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.