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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.