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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
CMW,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.