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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.