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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.