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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.