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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.