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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.