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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.