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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.