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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.