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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.