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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.