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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
MDC,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.