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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
AZ,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.