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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.