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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
UT,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.