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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.