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 Tanzania 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.