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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.