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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.