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 Mozambique 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.