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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.