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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.