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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.