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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.