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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Monks,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
The Martian,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.