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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.