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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.