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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.