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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.