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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.