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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Slave,
UT,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.