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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.