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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Magma to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
The Move,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.