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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.