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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.