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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 China Crisis to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 a güiro and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Visage,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.