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 Mali 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.