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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Organ,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.