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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.