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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.