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 Bahamas and from Halifax.
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 Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.