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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.