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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.