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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.