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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.