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 Tonga 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.