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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.