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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Nico,
Pole,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.