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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.