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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Wings,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.