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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.