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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.