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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.