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 Palau 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.