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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.