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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.