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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.