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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Can,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.