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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.