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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Rakim,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.