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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Cameo,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.