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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.