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 Mali 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.