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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the dance 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.