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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.