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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
CMW,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.