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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Wings,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.