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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.