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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.