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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Niagra to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.