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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.