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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.