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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Television,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.