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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.