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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
PIL,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.