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 Antigua 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic 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.