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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.