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 Singapore 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.