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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.