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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.