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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The New Christs to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
The Busters,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.