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 Belize and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.