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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Busters,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.