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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.