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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.