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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.