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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.