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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.