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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s 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 Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.