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 Ghana 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.