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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Can,
Ituana,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
UT,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.