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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.