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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.