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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.