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 Jordan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.