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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.