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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.