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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Slave,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.