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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.