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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Swans,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.