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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.