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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.