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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.