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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.