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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.