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 Lesotho 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.