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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
The Wake,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.