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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.