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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.