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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Nico,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.