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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.