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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.