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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.