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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Monolake,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.