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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
MC5,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Harmonia,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.