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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.