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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.