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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.