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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.