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 Kiribati 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Zapp,
Nas,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.