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 Liberia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.