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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Visage,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.