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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.