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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.