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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.