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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.