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 Chad and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.