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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.