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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.