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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.