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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.