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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.