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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.