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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.