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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.