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 Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.