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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
a-ha,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.