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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.