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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
UT,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.