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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.