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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.