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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale 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?
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.