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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.