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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.