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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.