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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Television,
World's Most,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.