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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.