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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.