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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.