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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
AZ,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.