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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
cv313,
June of 44,
Crime,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.