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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Can,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.