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 Japan 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.