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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.