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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.