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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.