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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 Taipei and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.