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 Syria and from London.
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 Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.