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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.