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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.