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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
MDC,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.