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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.