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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
The Index,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.