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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.