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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.