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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.