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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Magma,
Ituana,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.