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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.