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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.