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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.