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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
MC5,
PIL,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.