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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Flipper,
World's Most,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.