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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.