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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
UT,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.