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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 rhodes 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 B.T. Express 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.