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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.