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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.