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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s 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 The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.