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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.