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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
PIL,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.