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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.