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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.