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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Fear,
Pole,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.