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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.