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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Pole,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.