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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.